Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts

Friday, September 12, 2025

Some commit murder, the rest just think about it

 


And he said, That which cometh out of the man, that defileth the man. For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders . . .

-- Mark 7:20f. 

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

On a few of the forms of murder

Hunger and thirst, or guns and swords,
Give the same death in different words:
To push this argument no further,
To starve a man in law is murther.

-- Matthew Prior

Friday, June 2, 2017

In otherwise godless Sweden "religious" = murderous cheating liar

Must be a Lutheran, right?

From the story here:

While the suspect calls himself a “genius in cheating” in school and says he is religious and does not use drugs, he lied when asked whether or not his parents are alive. “In the next life,” he reportedly answered, while only one of them passed away. While he calls himself “170% healthy” the coroner recommends an extensive investigation to find out if the 21-year-old is not mentally ill.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Immoral clarity: Ivy League PhD Black Widow of abortionists admits to murdering the unborn

It is hard to believe that such evil is tolerated in our midst. If it were still a decent country this woman would be arrested, tried, convicted, and hung by the neck until dead, like Irma Grese of Nazi infamy. But it's not a decent country, is it?

Here she is, in a transcript from a secret recording:

Lisa Harris, medical director at Planned Parenthood of Michigan, says pro-choice proponents should just admit that abortion is murder. “Let’s just give them all the violence,” she says. “It’s a person. It’s killing. Let’s just give them all that.” She also jokes about trying to pull a decapitated head out of a patient. “Our stories don’t really have a place in a lot of pro-choice discourse and rhetoric, right?” Ms. Harris says. “The heads that get stuck that we can’t get out. The hemorrhages that we manage. “You know, those are all parts of our experience,” she says. “But there’s no real good place for us to share those.”

Poor thing has a hard day at the office and no shoulder to cry on, just like everyone else.